IDK – Pizza Shop (feat. Yung Gleesh)

Run that shit
[Verse 2: MF DOOM]
I recognized her from the pizza shop
Stick you for the cash like my nickname Baby (brrr)
Hold up, don’t make a sound, just let his ass drive around
These days peeps do anything to make a buck (I know)
Car creepin’ up, creepin’ up, creep, creep
Roll the windows down
Jackin’ jackers like they tryna win the sweepstakes
Gang, gang nigga ’til the jump outs come
I used to wanna hang with Nelson and them (Nelson and them)
Used to have a job, but that job barely paid me
If the jump outs come, guaranteed I’m gon’ run
Load the clip, rob, repeat
Load the clip, rob, repeat

Everybody look at Jay
Gimme that shit, ayy, gimme that shit, ayy
Knowin’ I’m no killer, but fuck it, I’m tryna be that nigga
My ho stay mad at me (what,) she just a liability (fuck it)
Run nigga, nigga, run, nigga, nigga, run
Telephone bring repercussions to your well-being
Shit I was goin’ down that road, but my phone kept reroutin’
Roll the windows up

Drop dis like a fuckin’ gunshot blaow!

[Chorus: Yung Gleesh & Jay IDK]
I used to wanna hang with Dae Dae and them (Dae Dae and them)
But that Trapaholics tag turned me to a hood boy
Car creepin’ up, creepin’ up, creep, creepin’ up

Run nigga, nigga, run, nigga, nigga, run
I put a gun to her neck, she put her hand on the safe
And Instagram put clowns in a jam
Hotbox, smokin’ la la
Don’t make me ask again Where the safe at?
[Interlude]
They tryna go the right way, but the left said, ayy
Someone gotta rob the shit
Load the clip, rob, repeat
They arrived, but she broke, are you kiddin’ me?
Get focused, y’all
Gimme that shit, ayy, gimme that shit, ayy
[Intro: Jay IDK]
Now everybody get up on the fuckin’ ground
Never do no types of discussions around dealings
‘Til they gave all three 40 years in the Pen
[Verse 3: Del the Funky Homosapien]
You gon’ ride, ride, ride, ride, ride for the gang
Hello out the whip
Shit, really I’m a good boy
With the clip, make you bye-bye

Me the villain

And you will not feel a round, shhh
Run nigga, nigga, run, nigga, nigga, run
I took the cam’s position and reversed it like reciprocal, hah
Blunt guts on the floor, I’m a Backwood boy
I seen a fool hop out the window, just boxers on
Each day I be fightin’ for my sanity (yeah)

Here’s a little story ’bout them boys that’s hittin’ licks, ayy
Dudes known to do more hustlin’ than stealin’
This that Shawty Lo in Impala
[Verse 1: Jay IDK]
I’m already deducin’ that my ho had to have somethin’ to do with this

Pizza spot, pizza shop, gimme that shit, ayy
Here’s a little story ’bout them boys that’s hittin’ licks, ayy
I’m a gang gang nigga ’til the jump outs come
[Verse 2: Jay IDK]
I hear a car creepin’ up and then I tell her to wait
Next question is: where the tape at?

I used to wanna hang with Diemon and them (Diemon and them)
Police car creepin’ up, creepin’ up, creep, creepin’ up
Wanna be the man, but don’t see the plan
Part I
If the jump outs come, guaranteed I’m gon’
I got back from answerin’ job calls
Pizza spot, pizza shop, gimme that shit, ayy

Papi snatch your soul out if you’re in your feelings
Lookin’ at me wrong, make you wish you never looked, boy
Part II

Charley’s Grilled Subs tried to minimum wage me, lately
Hangin’ with my niggas makes me wanna start trouble
Pizza spot, pizza shop, gimme that shit, ayy
Car creepin’ up, creepin’ up, creep, creepin’ up
So my actin’ skills kick in, I’m Michael Jackson off of Thriller, hehehe
Where the safe at?
Pizza spot, pizza shop, gimme that shit, ayy
Load the clip, rob, repeat
Blow your mind
So now we speedin’ to the pizza place
That’s when I seen a red light blinkin’ in peripheral
And if you make a sound, I might have to drown it with these rounds
Doin’ 10 straight in a cell, hot plate eatin’ Spam
Finally someone let me out of my cage
Closin’ up, it’s gettin’ late
If they fight, I’ma fight, make this shit a royal rumble
Run nigga, nigga, run, nigga, nigga, run
[Intro]
But that’s the way you get respect when you tryna be ’bout it

See the opps, it’s a problem
This that drive-by
[Verse 1: Jay IDK]
Little did they know, I’ma hit the front page in three days (damn)
She called the pizza shop, said she needed a delivery
Screamin’ out the window like, "Fuck you, pay me"